When I was in elementary school, I read the little princess and saw the phrase "every girl is a princess" and was deeply moved.
I can't help but think of "Princess Sissi", a movie I've watched countless times.
The first time I watched it, it was also the first time I went to the cinema. My father took me and was stunned by the gorgeous European court. The blue Danube also flowed in my heart.
Unexpectedly, the time of shooting is actually 55 years, and the time is disordered.
In the childhood of my father's generation, the films that have been filmed, such as Xia Duo in the wine cellar, escaped the catastrophe, but the fragrance is still the same, awakening the princess who slept in my heart 30 years later.
In the post-90s generation, watching this film may not feel too much, and
there will no longer be so many simple touches.
At that time, there was no Internet, no DVD, and CCTV would not be ridiculed as the age of AV.
I can't keep Princess Sissi, I can only look forward to the uncles and aunts of the TV station to realize my wish.
After the Spring Festival Gala for many years in a row, Princess Sissi will be broadcast.
That was my most grateful moment of the year for CCTV.
I remember one day on a summer night, I saw the weekly radio and television newspaper announced that CCTV would broadcast Princess Sissi, so my grandfather built the tiles and covered the lime wall in the private room on the second floor. One usually went to bed at 8 o'clock. The child, rubbing his eyes, held on until 22:30, not thinking that he had just watched the title.
The whole alley was actually dark, and after a few seconds of silence, the noise of the neighbors rang out, some borrowing candles, some complaining. Fortunately, none of them had ever used an air conditioner, and they could withstand the heat, so they moved out of the reclining chairs and slept in the alley.
And I, just sat quietly, looking at the silent TV.
Nowhere to ask for help, adults just tell me that tomorrow will be fine.
One night, without falling asleep, the TV in the house was always on, waiting for the street lights to come on, and rushed into the house.
In the end, half-dreaming and half-awakened dawn, the TV was numbly empty of boring geometric discs full of black-and-white or colored squares.
That infinite loss still seems to have left a wound even in adulthood. Whenever I think of it, I can still feel the scratches left on my young heart.
Later, I also tried to buy pirated discs to collect, but unfortunately the dubbing is not from the CCTV version, so I can only comfort myself with memories, at least, I have watched it no less than 5 or 6 times.
I don't know who else has the same feeling as me, let's cherish it together.
Listening to Ravel's Pavan, I miss our Sissi who is always innocent, brave and yearning for freedom!
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